On the Lower Slopes by Paul Éluard

As low as the silence
Of a corpse planted in the earth
Nothing but the dark in its head

As dreary and muffled
As autumn in the pond
Covered with dull shame

The widow-poison of its flower
And of these dressed-up idiots
Spits night on us

from Poésie et Vérité (1942)

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